my sad story.

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My sad story began on June 4, 2002. I was eleven years old. My family and I had a happy summer day like any other, but that night was the most horrible night of my life. My daddy and I were watching the news like we did every night. He had a stroke and was paralyzed on his left side. I always thought my daddy was the strongest man on earth and I loved him more than life itself. Suddenly, we heard a loud, scary knock on the door. It was my older cousin, who was dealing drugs at that time. He looked worried, so I opened the door. That was the biggest mistake of my life! He pushed me down and started beating my daddy to death. He broke his skull in twenty places and at the same time he was breaking my heart. My little brother and I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't listen! Then, he got out his pocket knife and plunged it into my daddy's head. After it was over, he ran away. My daddy stayed in the hospital for 5 days and on June 9, 2002 at 6:32 pm he died. Now, here I am, fifteen years old, a teenager in high school and fatherless. My tears have dried up, but the hurt is still there. It's hard sometimes… most times, but I learn after two suicide attempts and going through therapy that I can't change the past. I can't change the fact that my daddy's gone. But I can change my future!